Returning to Mother Dreamtime
Her Red Heart calling me.
Voices from an ancient time,
Echo timelessly.
Returning, feet on sacred skin
Her heartbeat loud and clear.
The time has come; the time has come
Her Red Heart calls to me.
Returning unto open arms
Red breast laid bare and free.
Ancient rivers, salted lakes.
Her Red Heart calling me.
Returning unto salted veins
No tree or leaf abide.
Sun dapples oér Her body bright
Her Red Heart calls to me.
Returning, touching, blood red skin
Soft tears upon Her land.
Clouds caress, as deserts glow
Her Red Heart calling me.
Returning, ’neath Australis, southern stars
Our Cross rests heavenly.
Seven sisters calling, calling
Calling endlessly.
Spiritual Retreats